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A cruel, twisted joke that only a sociopath likeTristan could think was funny. "Are you insane? What the actual fuck? What the?" I asked, my voice trembled. I felt a rush of emotions through my head, and I let it out before I started having any second thoughts. "I have always known you’re a sadistic bitch, but this?" I gestured wildly between the two of us. "This is way too low, even for you."

Dante looked up, his voice quieter now but somehow heavier. “They say he’s sadistic. A beast in human skin. They say he’s a psychopath who kills for pleasure and that he’s… not fully right in the head. Some say he’s a cannibal. I used to think they were exaggerating, but now I’m not so sure.” I felt my skin crawl as a cold chill slid down my spine. Dante wasn’t finished. “There’s more,” he added, stepping away from the car.

Pain, blood, and pleasure all merged into one. Ace is an adult man with a sexual disorder. He is a sadist. Sadism is a tendency or sexual desire to feel joy or satisfaction by hurting others physically or emotionally. Seeing his partner suffer and in pain is what gives Ace satisfaction. The kiss was released. Ace was about to direct his manhood, he was about to insert his own. But suddenly a voice stopped him. Julius immediately hid. Because he was not careful, he made the door slide and made a quite loud noise.

I yelled out of frustration. "Don't fucking yell at me I could've left you there to die! I could've let him rape you and kill you. If I wanted to I could've waited till he killed you so that you could kill him and collect the money my damn self!" He yelled as his eyes darkened. Dylan's a very attractive man but when he gets angry like this it's incredibly scary. He almost looks like a different person, he gets so infuriated that he can't control his impulses. But at this point I had nothing to loose

The very notion repeats itself in my mind ad nauseam. “You got a fucking problem mate?” the loathsome creature snaps, the malicious odour around him intensifying as his mind runs through all the contemptible yet hilarious ways he would love to put me in my place. It amuses me how the most sadistic of humans are also the most stupid. Their inability to feel humility or empathy gives them a warped sense of self; a grandiose reflection that impedes them from seeing the dangers they willingly put themselves in. Dangers I feel no compulsion to warn them about.

The man picked up his crumpled trousers and slipped out his leather belt, winding one turn around his hand and taking a firm grip on the buckle end. He raised his arm high above his shoulder and looked around the crowd seeking confirmation, whipping his audience into a frenzy of sexually-thrill and excitement and playing fully his part as her tormentor. “Yes!” the crowd roared as one voice. He swung down hard, leather cracking loudly on white female skin, a savage blow of full sadistic meaning that stung wickedly hard across the centre of the kneeling slut’s back. Her whole body jolted under the slamming impact, air was forced from her lungs and then the girl

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

Maybe she could fall in love with a younger man and let him make her happy. Despite everything, she was very attractive for her age. She would be better off doing something else with her life, so why didn’t she? The answer was because she was a sadist. She was a sick human being, and she wouldn’t enjoy a simple life. She wanted a position where she could make excuses for making people suffer because that is what really got her off.

“Hear that, princess? Your pathetic little fiancé is losing his fucking mind while I ream this perfect ass. He’s out there crying and I’m balls deep in what was supposed to be his.” I laughed, breathless, broken, and moaned even louder on purpose, projecting my voice toward the locked door. “Oh fuck, Mark! Can you hear how good your daddy’s wrecking my tight asshole? He’s splitting me open, stretching me so fucking wide, making me come harder than your sorry dick ever could!” My fingers flew faster over my clit, the lewd schlick schlick of my soaked cunt mixing with the obscene sounds of Richard sodomizing me. Mark’s screams grew more frantic, “You fucking whore! Dad, how could you?! Open th

FACIAL EXPRESSION GIVING absolutely nothing away, Xaver spoke, cyan eyes blazing with unbearable heat it scorched her, "Fine. You want to know what I want? I want to tug your hair loose from its ponytail and bury my fingers in your curls as I teach you how to submit to me with your tongue. I want to bring you chocolate as brown as your eyes in bed and feed you strawberries with my mouth. I want to have random sex in dusty storerooms while the cleaner does laundry in the next room. I want to watch you writhe and buck beneath me before you come"